Eric flicked the switches and the lights came back on through the entire ship. "The engineers who made this aren't that coordinated," he said out loud to himself. He turned his attention to Caleb and waved to him. Eric didn't talk as much as the others since he was always nervous to start a conversation.
He started walking towards Admin to do the Card swipe and to check to see how many people were in each room.
Oria smirked as Caleb just left. "Dont worry kid, stick with me and I'll show you around. Where does it say your first panel should be?" She asked him.
Michael followed Oria's gaze, although his eyes promptly flickered back to her at the offer. "Thank you so much!" he exclaimed, eyes lighting up in a manner that nearly rivaled Victor's. He pulled his crumpled and folded up schedule out of his other pocket, smoothed out the sheet, and pointed to the map portion he'd been looking at earlier. "I think the first panel should be in the cafeteria…if I'm reading it correctly," he added, resisting the urge to tilt to image again. "Or maybe amdin—admin, my bad. Do you know if they have to be fixed in a specific order?"
Oria glanced over at his map and laughed. "First, your holding it backwards, thats why your confused. Second, it is in admin. My first task is in there as well so that works out, she said walking towards the doors.
The green-haired boy flushed, quickly correcting his mistake. "You know, that makes a lot of sense," he responded, clearly embarrassed. He folded his schedule back up and stuffed it in his pocket, stopping to scoop up his pet robot and give Alex a gentle pat on the head before following Oria.
"Thanks for helping me out like this," he said as he walked, looking around the hall with interest. "I think the only thing worse than my memory is my sense of direction. …So have you worked on ships like these before?"
Eric was trying to figure out how to get the map up on the screen but he gave up trying after nothing happened. He started to do his card swipe task hoping it would take his mind off the map but the machine beeped as the light flashed red. "It's only the first one," He said to himself as he swipes it again and the same thing happened. After many failed attempts, Eric was fed up with it and threw the card to the wall. "I hate machinery!" he yelled.
(Me too, Eric. Me too.)
Meanwhile, as the crewmates walked through the halls and worked in Admin, Wythera Plum was lounging alone in the security room, legs resting on the computer keyboards and hands comfortably behind her head. She was supposed to be doing a download here — or, at least, that’s what she’d told everyone on her way here. What she was really doing was chilling out. Security was the best place to do that; the chair was puffy and comfy, and they allowed for reclining, while nobody could sneak in and catch you off duty because the camera network included footage just outside the security room.
Wythera stretched her hands behind her and let out a happy sigh. Tasks were important, sure, but honestly, who had time for bumbling around the ship all day like a bunch of boring old bees? Nobody, that’s who, and certainly not Wythera. She was here for the excitement of the trip, and when there wasn’t any to be enjoyed, well, why not make her own kind of relaxing enjoyment while she waited?
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
Meet Wythera Plum! She’s Purple on the ship, chosen personally for her last name, and boy, is she sus. Wythera’s a true extrovert; outgoing, smiley, maybe a bit impulsive, always wears her heart on her sleeve. She doesn’t like to feel any emotion but happiness, so when (if) you see her down, you know that something’s definitely wrong. She’s got a big sense of humor and is a bit of a trickster, along with some severe procrastination and motivation problems when she doesn’t enjoy what she’s doing. Age-wise, she’s no older than 19, but that’s only on the outside; she’s always been a child at heart!
"Not really, I was looking for work, I was a engineer and loved working with robots so when I got the chance to leave the planet on a discovery mission, I took it, first chance I got." She said.
Eric picked up his ID card and decided to do the card swipe again. He can feel his rage coming back as the beeping and red flashing starts to get louder and brighter. He hit the machine and did his swipe again which showed a green light. He started laughing as if he lost his mind while he walks out of Admin and heads to Security going through the Cafeteria.
Just as they head into Admin, the doors ro the cafeteria and the storage room becomes locked. Oria frowned and looked at her task sheet. "Thats strange, it doesn't say that there would be any locked doors today." She glanced at Micheal with a suspicious look then glanced towards the vents.
Wythera absentmindedly watched the people skating across computer’s screens. She was feeling pretty hungry — maybe she should get up to get an apple from the cafeteria some time within the next hour. But if she did that, she’d have to do her download, because people would ask her about it and she’d get in trouble for not doing it. Wythera considered the matter for a moment, before deciding against it. Lunch would be soon, anyway, according to her nice little space clock. Space clocks! How wacky to think that they actually had those. What’s more, nobody would ever know if they or the machines were behind, because they didn’t actually have contact with Earth to check…
Her eyes caught movement on the computer screen and she straightened, watching as a shape appeared on the camera outside the room. Uh oh. Someone was coming. Wythera scrambled to fix her posture and hide the Nintendo Switch she had smuggled aboard, finally resettling in her chair just seconds before the man walked in…
Michael jumped at the sound of the doors clicking, turning to confirm the way they'd come was also blocked off.
"That's… Weird," he mumbled, gently stepping past Oria to test the door again. He ignored the feeling of panic at being trapped, never having been one for small enclosed spaces.
Recalling the man in red that had just passed them by, he raised his voice and called out, "Anyone there?"
Eric had a smile on his face as he walked into Security to see Wythera. He didn't know what to say since she was watching the cameras. But he remembered Wythera saying she had to do a download. He walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Were you doing your Download task on that Switch of yours?" Eric asked as he pulls out a chocolate bar. Any outside food of any kind was prohibited except for the ones that they stored.
Oria checked the little console to check who was near them. No one was, most people were in navigation or security. "I'm sorry Micheal." She grinned and opened her mouth, her tounge piercing through his head. She wiped her mouth then hopped into the vents, staying there to clean up then emerging from the cafeteria and going to medbay
(We're going to be voting on what our characters know, right?)
Oria checked the little console to check who was near them. No one was, most people were in navigation or security. "I'm sorry Micheal." She grinned and opened her mouth, her tounge piercing through his head. She wiped her mouth then hopped into the vents, staying there to clean up then emerging from the cafeteria and going to medbay
(OHHHHH FIRST KILL BABYYYY)
(We're going to be voting on what our characters know, right?)
(Yeah, I’d imagine so, considering we are indeed roleplaying from their perspective. I mean, it’s not as if they’re just going to break character and the fourth wall, right?)
(I believe so.)
Wythera blinked at the man (dressed in red, as the cameras had shown her) in surprise, and quickly she stuffed the Switch deeper under her chair. “Oh— ha, ha,” she said, attempting to hide the tremble in her voice as she thought of an excuse, “no, of course not! I was going to do my download, but then I realized, it’s on the reactor balcony first. But I was already in here, so I decided I’d watch the cameras for a bit.” Phew. It wasn’t the truth, but she’d learned over the years that she could pull quite the convincing lie. She was sure he’d believe it.
Her eyes kept contact with his for a moment before shifting down to the chocolate bar in his hand. “Is that a chocolate bar? Wow, I haven’t seen one of those in forever. Must be mushy by now, I bet.”
"I'm dead?" Michael all but shouted, hands flying to his chest as if to calm his no longer beating heart.
He stared, still in shock, at the vent Oria had disappeared in. When he heard the apology he'd been confused, but now it made sense… Or at least, he wanted it to. What the hell did he do to prompt a murder?!
Slowly, his eyes trailed to the body—his body—on the floor. It was pretty safe to assume he hadn't anticipated being skewered by her tongue when she'd offered to help.
"So… I guess I'm a ghost now," he said to himself, tacking on a nervous laugh only to be interrupted by a sad little beep.
"Victor! No," he mourned, his voice trailing off into a heartbroken whisper as the robot settled beside his body.
He sniffled, wiping away non-existent snot (who knew ghosts couldn't cry properly), and suddenly noticed the wire panel across from him. "Figures," he muttered, wandering over to examine it because he'd trained for weeks to get this job.
To his surprise, the panel opened when he gave it a tug. Experimentally he stuck his hand through the wall, if only to confirm he could, then focused back on making the individual components in the panel move. Within minutes he connected the wires he'd originally been assigned.
Elated, he immediately tried to pick up Victor, but the robot slipped through his fingers like they were air. Which, he supposed they kind of were.
"What in the—" a new voice cut in, and Michael's gaze darted to the door. The man from earlier, the one in yellow, had just entered the now-open doors.
"Oh my God, please tell me you can see me! Please—"
The yellow-suited man passed straight through him and kneeled near his body, turning it over to see the gruesome remains of his face.
"Someone's dead!" the man shouted, pausing for a split second to stare at the robot before grabbing Victor and fleeing the room.
"Wait!" Michael reflexively cried, following him all the way to the cafeteria where the man, now dubbed "Yellow", triggered an emergency alarm.
(Eric's suit is Pink, not Red. And yes, I changed it back)
Eric snickered as he opens it to show it kept fresh as if he just bought it from the store. "I always keep my suit at a cold temperature since it's always hot on the shi-" He paused for a moment before looking back at Wythera. "I know what you're trying to do," he said to her, "you're trying to make me believe the lie you just told to me."
(Oops, sorry bout that!)
(Oops, sorry bout that!)
(it was meant for Tidermelon. Sorry for the confusion.)
(Im just gonna continue where i left off.)
(Nah its okay, I just remember referring to someone in red before not realizing there wasn't actually anyone in red)