Bittersweet Candy Bowl

*Dramatic entrance from the darkness near the stairwell*
((After typing that, I heavily considered producing a knife and murdering the doctor in the isolated room. But I figure out Host wouldn’t like that very much, so I’ll just start accusing him. Let’s just hope he’s here to respond to me&hellip)
Hello there, Doctor.

(Refresh my memory… How is this the doctor’s fault again?)

Hello again Sula. Come to accuse me some more?

((Um, hello? He was tampering with the station’s systems right before this went down, and he’s the reason that Davier got killed and you’re stuck in the medbay!))

*begins repairs on himself*

(sorry post couldnt be more descriptive,i’ll be busy for a few AFK)

(the station malfunctioning was rather abrupt and random, and i remember no tampering, just him and lucy getting kicked out of the third floor.)

Yes. Just that, actually. What kind of defense do you have in the face of all this? I’m not stupid, you know. Frankly I don’t see how the others don’t see that you’re a threat! A strangely dressed man arrives with a young girl on a vessel that defies logic is found messing with vital systems and sparks a situation that gets one person killed and another wounded? Seems just a bit fishy!

(( @Host: Whoops, misread the earlier part and thought it was Davier that was the subject rather than Jimmy, my bad, although it would’ve been quite fun if Davier got interrogated as to why he wasn’t dead. Angry-happiness because someone died but didn’t is always fun. ))

Honestly you wouldn’t believe the truth if I told you. We need to get everyone together and figure out what caused the power surge, before anything else goes wrong. Hate me as much as you like, but I intend to find out what’s really going on here and to protect the rest of the passengers.

The truth? That’s all I want. But I bet you’d feed me some crackpot story about you running around saving magical kingdoms ((I was gonna say with a talking dog but then I realized that this world is full of them)) with your little assistant. Why can’t I get ANY answers out of you?

You’re right. I took the time out of my life, just so I could ruin your perfect little world. Forbid anything ever be coincidental. Well, looks like you already have everything figured out. So why don’t you sit down and have a drink.

(Gonna be afk for a short time, expect Kane to be attempting to rest in the sick bay.)

*Abel heads to the Crew’s Quarters, fiddling with his hologram projector in his pocket as he walks. He tosses his glasses on his desk when he enters his room. He pulls out his chair and takes a seat, turning on his hologram projector and bringing up the ship*

Huh. this guys being rational. WAIT. That’s my job. Alright, maybe if I stop being shouty I can get answers out of this guy.
*Sigh*
Alright, fine. Ka got his lights knocked out. I’m gonna raid his personal stash. You care to join me? I promise to keep the shouting accusations to a minimum.

Sounds good. A drink will calm our nerves, and I do believe I can trust you enough to tell you the truth.

Most of it anyway.

*And so, Sula finds the most colorful, glowing, dusty bottled liquor and breaks out two glasses, filling them both.*
Cheers.

(Woohoo character devolopment)

((And we’re gonna get smashed, too!))

Cheers.

*Takes a swig.*

So you really want to know the truth, eh. Well you weren’t very far off with the magical kingdom thing. Please bear with me, this is going to be rather hard to grasp, but I think someone of your intelligence shouldn’t have a problem.

*He explains his background, meeting up with Lucy and all if those other fun-filled, but very long details one would do better off not questioning.*

And so, *gestures around himself in a drunken manner* here we are.

You’re incredibly lucky I’m drunk right now, otherwise I’d have gone catatonic from all that. But-
*Drunkenly pokes the Doctor in the chest*
For some reason, that all rung true, good Doctor. So. With all this nonsense with lords of time, and magical police boxes, do you know what’s going on around here?

(lol what the fuck is in that drink?!)

I have some ideas, but nothing definite as of yet.

Sorry, I still can’t reveal anything just yet. It would put you at risk anyway.

The way the station went down doesn’t ad up. This was either sabatoge of the station, or of the systems themselves, mainly Molly.

But someone would have to be on sight for that to happen, wouldn’t they? I mean, that’s why I suspected you before. And who’d have reason to sabotage the station anyway?

(on site)

((Enjoying the character development?))

(no)

The owners, rival corporations, someone with a grudge against technology, you name it. I don’t blame you for suspecting me. However there are a number of strange characters on board, who could be involved.

((Hey, what do you want me to do, murder someone?))

(nah,it’s just,i can’t think of a good way to bring my character back in)

Yes…wait. ((Liquor impedes thinking.)) Something about what you said…not corporations…a grudge against technology…Doctor Lock! She openly admits to hating androids and AIs. But…why endanger everyone else just to damage Molly?

((I could help fix your arm.))

(i’ll just autoplay for now,cya)

((I’m sure you’ll think of something.))

I don’t know. Maybe due to some past betrayl. ((wink, wink.))

(eventually,maybe i’ll just appear,who knows?)

((wink wink accepted and acknowledged with a nudge nudge))
Hmm…

.
..
….
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*EPIPHANY* ((Well, incomplete epiphany, cuz I’m halfway through the bottle now))
Apalo Alpha-44! I have this picture and in it, there’s Dr. Lock and there’s Apalo…and he’s like an organic…and now she hates him…and she hates Molly…and…and……….
*Takes a final truimphant swig from the bottle and promptly passes out.*
((It’s getting late and I figure that I’ve milked this conversation for most of what it’s worth. Put me on auto, I’m unconscious. I’ll be on tomorrow or again tonight if something good happens.))

((Right, take care then.))


Guess she overdid it. Oh well. Hmm…So there is a reason for her hatred. Better have a little chat with Apalo.

*Still in the process of repairing himself*

“If that happens again i’ll probabaly be destroyed,i suppose it depends on the blast though as that blast was not incredibly strong.”he stood in the sickbay,talking to himself

“I better take some precautions incase..”

(I’ll be on autoplay again)

(Back in autoplay, Goodnight everyone.)

((And as the thread dies for the night, I remark that I have a seven hour shift tomorrow. Hope I don’t miss anything good&hellip)

*Hears Aurelius murmuring to himself.*

*What blast? What happened?*

(Lol this reminds me of Mass Effect 2 so imma play that now. I’ll check in every now and then, if I’m not responding to something then that’s probably what I’m doing and I’ll likely be back shortly.)

(Lol i remember the first MMG where it was always active,now these threads die for the night,i dunno if that’s a good sign or a bad sign)

(Sorry! My internet connection failed. May we assume that I’ve been about helping those who have been injured? ^_^)

*Wakes up at his desk, having fallen asleep in front of his hologram projector, he rubs his eyes and smacks his lips* Did all that really happen yesterday? It’s seems like a horrible dream, but there is no denying it. Someone tried to sabotage Molly, and injured Jimmy. I should see how he’s doing, he was a mess when the Doc took him to sick bay.
*He stands and pockets his projector, and his glass before making his way to the Sick Bay*

((Abel is still mostly unaware of the events that happened in the Docking Bay, having spent the vast majority of yesterday in Engineering, and nobody has yet filled him in))

(I kinda dissapeared last night, my internet got cut off, so I went to sleep)
*May wakes up in her room, confused at first as to where she is. Then she remembers the events of the day before and almost starts to cry before she catches herself.* I already did plenty of that last night. *She decides to go to the sick bay to see how Jimmy is doing, having kind of abandoned him after helping the doctor get him there. She just needed sleep too much.*

*The Doctor wakes up to another blip from TARDIS, after reviewing the information he takes a gander at the rest of the passengers who passed out in various awkward positions in the Lobby. He wanders over to Apalo and pokes him, but he receives no response. Retrieving the bug, he simply sits back down and awaits the others to awaken.*

{With the injured (under the assumption that this is okay?) in the sick bay}

Poor Aurelius! How are you doing? That must have been terrible for you.

Oh, and Davier… that poor man. May he rest in peace.

*He looks up from Jimmy, who’d he’d been watching all this time* Rest in peace? Did one of the guests die yesterday Dalia? I was in the Power Core all day, I don’t know what happened on any of the other decks really.

This entire ordeal has been quite stressful for everyone.. so much so that a mere 12 hours has felt more like three days (Nope no actual days have passed yet ;p Sorry not doing this one in real time hahaha). Also just for the record the shuttle bay area is not the most pleasant of places right now.. so the TARDIS is inaccessible …less you have a magic blue box which can take everyone away from this death trap of a station~

Molly the poor girl, has been doing her best to get her systems under-control but hasn’t had much success. Particularly given half of them are basically fried now! But lets stir the pot a little hmm?

Another disaster strikes… @May
As May walks down the hallways she suddenly finds herself tripping up landing on her adorable little nose. As she groans, trying to sit up she notices an opening in the wall… or one should say an explosive tear, revealing wires with a good bit of electrical current flowing through them. Carefully and fearfully she gets up…not wanting to get too close…but that’s when she realizes what she tripped over:

Poor Miss Rachel. Burnt to a crisp no doubt by that open panel. The smell of burnt flesh assaulting your nose… whats left of her barely recognizable…just a blackened human form that you were lucky to recognize.

Yeah… someones going to have to cart that over to Sickbay…. regulations and all. But first you’re going to have to keep your own lunch intact. (No reactions. For once I’m going traditional MM with this one heh)

A quick recap of events so far for those who are behind:A power surge was sent through the entire station, knocking out almost all systems save basic life support. Though the doors, elevators, Sickbay, and lights have been made operational since. Most characters have been sticking together in the Lobby or Sickbay for the duration of the disaster.

Disasters so far

1st-Utter chaos in the Shuttle bay. Destroying all means of escape and making the 3rd floor basically inaccessible. The Doctor, Sula Toss, The Captain, and Davier were present. Davier was killed protecting the others, though anyone of them might have been the target.. or it may have just been random

2nd-A major console in engineering exploded right after Molly was brought back online and the deleted message was discovered. The Doctor, Abel, Jimmy, and Aurelius were present, though only Jimmy and Aurelius were injured (Abel was in a different part of engineering and the doctor left only moments before). Thankfully no one was killed.

3rd-‘Ray’ is discovered death within the hallways apparently electrocuted by an exploding panel.

Clues thus far
-The sheer scale of this system break. Someone would either need to be very familiar with the system, a genius, or have some sort of inside access to pull this off.
-It appears ‘high command’ as it were has been recommending Molly’s program be ‘Reset’ due to an unknown event that happened 16 years ago possibly having long-term effects on her program. The messages suggesting this having been deleted before the Captain got a chance to read them.
-Doctor Lock dropped a Photo of her and a man who resembles Apalo, save the fact he’s clearly organic in the picture and looking very ill. While the Apalo you all know is an android and obviously can’t get sick.

(I meant TARDIS through the wrist communicator. I was still in the lobby.)