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cont. @k-thespace-scout

...Hello? Is... anyone there?

....

Please...? Simon? Is that you?

....

Captain? Ben? Anyone? Jackson???

I'll even take Captain Isenhardt!! Please?

Anyone?

Hello...?

....

Don't leave me alone... I want to go home...

[the audio quality is rough, but that makes a certain amount of sense. what use were comms when no one was supposed to be on-board? irrationally he takes a step closer to the radio— as if there were a button he needs to press. some way to force the connection to hold.]

K? Is that you? Are you okay?

[the ensuing staticky silence does nothing to ease his nerves. it has to be them, they have to be alright. he collapses back into his chair and puts his head in his hands.]

God, K— what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that?

> Simon? Oh god Simon.

> Im– Im okay I think

> Im okay

> Im sorry

> I dont

> I dont know

> All I remember is panic, fear, terror

> I just wanted a nap

> just wanted to close my eyes

> I was so tired

> I dont

> I dont know why Im down here

> I dont know how I got down here

> you– you cant even unlatch the sub inside!

> I just woke up, in front of the controls and—

> Nothing

> I

> I dont know how

> I dont know where I am

> Im scared, Simon

> Im so fucking scared

> Im sorry

> I didnt want to come down here

> and I know I promised I wouldn't

> But I swear on my old partner

> that I dont know how I got here

> I dont remember how I got here

> Simon

> Im scared

< K is breathing heavily, on the edge of a panic attack now. They felt dizzy, holding onto the edge of the termimal. Tears welled in their eyes, body trembling with the force of their heavy breathing >

Okay. Hey, it's okay. Don't panic. Just take a breath.

You know what– K, can you do something for me? Put a hand on your chest, just at the base of your neck. You want to press your thumb down into the dip at your collarbone. Try to keep your other fingers as flat as possible against your chest. Can you do that?

[he mimics the motion himself, mostly as reassurance that he's explaining it correctly.]

Do you feel your pulse there, under your thumb? Try to match your breathing to it — in for four beats, hold for four, out for five. It's not going to feel even, but the point is the counting. Focus on it. When you inhale, your pulse speeds up, and when you exhale, it slows down. Every next breath carries on some of that slowness to help your heart rate even out. That change means it's working. Your heart and lungs are working. Everything else is secondary. You're going to be okay.

[the assurances are second-nature, at this point. he takes the time to think over the situation at hand instead. that they "just woke up in front of the controls" is... worrying. it's really starting to feel like there's no such thing as coincidences in this fucking place. if they really did get pulled even further into this bullshit, he only has himself to blame.]

[not only that, there's a chance they know. about– about everything. they seemed very explicit in that they didn't mean to come down here. was that really because he'd told them not to, because he'd said it was dangerous? or was it... was it because they didn't want to save him at all, anymore?]

< K struggled to listen. They did everything as best as they could, closing their eyes as they listen to Simon. A shaking hand was pressing against their chest, just at the base of their neck. They counted as they breathed in, and counted as they breathed out. It was slow, but steadily, their breathing came back to them. They stayed like that, even as they calmed down. >

> ...

> sorry

> I

> I dont know what came over me

< their voice was softer now, calmer, yet quiet. they kept their eyes closed, even as they spoke >

> a..anyways

> Thank you for that

> People tend to leave me alone when I panic and I...

> No matter

> Just

> thank you for not leaving

> How are you?

> How are you doing?

> Are you okay?

> I

> I would try to get to you

> but I'll be honest when I say I don't know how to control this thing

> it barely reads anything around it through the blood

> I think Im stuck?

> I

> I could change it back to remote mode but I dont know how much that would help if Jackson cant hear me

> ...

> fuck

> ...

> okay

> I could probably try to move but I have no idea if I'll hit anything or not...

[technically, the answer to his question doesn't really matter. he's already made his choice: he owes them for choosing to fight for him. it's his turn to choose, his turn to save them anyway.]

K, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere. There's definitely something we can do. I'm sure of it.

Uh– shit, okay. Stay where you are for now, I don't want you to crash. What was the original plan to bring you back up? Or— your sub, sorry. Is it on a chain as well? I mean— I'd kind of hope if it was that they would've already done that, but at this point, I guess anything is possible.

Also, can you— Nothing is leaking, right? The sub I'm in has a window that needed to be covered. Anything like that you might have to do, please do it, right now. I don't think– Y-You definitely don't want to get any of this blood on you.

> I wouldn't be able to move anyways

> I'll stay here

> Umm..

> A chain? No

> The sub can be pulled back up by a magnetic field but I think the blood is so thick that Jackson can't pull me up unless I'm on the surface of the ocean...

> So unless I can find my way up, I don't think I can leave yet.

> ...

< K has a look around, eyebrows pulling together. Nothing looked like it was leaking, but considering how long this sub had in the ocean, K didnt think they would last long. They shake their head before realizing with red cheeks that Simon can't see them. >

> This sub doesnt exactly have windows.

> It was not designed for people to be in it long so they never put windows in

> so I think I'm fine until uhh

> until the sub gives out

> nothings leaking either

> ...

> Simon what exactly is in this ocean?

< K glances at their radar, frowning a bit as they see little red dots all over them. Maybe it was the walls, or maybe it was something else. They don't know and it scares them >

> why uhh

> why dont I want the blood on me?

[he lets out a heavy sigh, once they confirm nothing is leaking. relieved, until his mind stutters to a halt as they confront him on his confident claim. why— why did he say that? sure, you don't want the ship to be flooding, but just a bit is– should be—- what? he shakes his head, trying desperately to clear it of nothing at all.]

Just– I-It's not— You just don't. Okay?

[it sticks to you, refusing to be washed away, seeping through your skin until your veins carry other people's names more often than oxygen. it is unforgettable. it is everything. it is you and I and your peers and your enemies and-]

[he glances down at his bandaged hands, balling them into fists again. when he speaks, his tone still sounds strained.]

What. Um, d'you think there's– is there anything above you, or– could you actually just go straight up to the surface? Unless you drifted— I mean, this whole place is supposed to be... open. A ravine. That– That's why the chain even works— or, worked, at all.

> I'll uh...

> Try to remember that

> okay... the blood is bad

> avoid at all costs

< K stares at the terminal, a little confused. they didn't know what to make of the situation at hand. They felt out of place because, yes, they were. they were in the one place they told everyone they'd never go into, get here they are. >

> Um

> I don't know

> maybe?

> I don't really know how far I went down or where in the ocean I am

> like I said

> I woke up in front of the subs console already at the bottom

> our scanner for the sub can't pick anything up

> on the sub anyways

> the one on the ship has a better view and, we'd probably be able to navigate that way

> but I can't connect to him or the ships

> so im stuck unless we can get back into contact with them

> ...

> are you able to?

> get into contact with them?

> you're still connected to the SS Luna

> right?

I– I don't know. I think so? I haven't exactly seen anything in here that would switch comms channels, so they've probably heard all of this anyways, assuming it's still open on their end. I could try to reach out, but I can't direct-line anybody, either. I'd just be— shouting into the void and hoping your guy hears me.

Piece of shit sub can't do anything on its own. Probably on purpose, though.

[a pause, taking a moment to glance over his piecemeal map. tilts his head to the side, thoughtful.]

... Okay, this is going to be a weird question. Do you remember where the Luna is. .. docked, I guess, compared to the towship? What direction. You guys do have radar, right? I know where they are on my map, so if we can figure out where you were relative to that— .. I mean, it's a start. Better than what we have now.

#iron lung #>K #>bonesandiron #>longtext #rp #//sorry for the long wait #//works been busy!!

> ummm > give me... uh > a moment??

< K glances over at their radar. It green line spins, nothing being indicated on it. It... really didn't tell them much, it just kept spinning uselessly. They glanced away, lost in thought as they thought about relatively where they were compared to the towship. >

> fuck > uh > sorry > Its > Its a little hard to remember > I think... > I think > I was > uhm > probably north of where the Towship was? > I don't really know > there wasn't exactly a map I could use to see where the Towship was > at least I think so anyways > I know relatively where Luna is > I came south towards AT-5 soo > probably.. > somewhere around there > maybe > I > I don't know > I'm sorry > ... > I didn't mean for any of this to happen > I just wanted to help > Was that so wrong?

cont. @k-thespace-scout

...Hello? Is... anyone there?

....

Please...? Simon? Is that you?

....

Captain? Ben? Anyone? Jackson???

I'll even take Captain Isenhardt!! Please?

Anyone?

Hello...?

....

Don't leave me alone... I want to go home...

[the audio quality is rough, but that makes a certain amount of sense. what use were comms when no one was supposed to be on-board? irrationally he takes a step closer to the radio— as if there were a button he needs to press. some way to force the connection to hold.]

K? Is that you? Are you okay?

[the ensuing staticky silence does nothing to ease his nerves. it has to be them, they have to be alright. he collapses back into his chair and puts his head in his hands.]

God, K— what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that?

> Simon? Oh god Simon.

> Im– Im okay I think

> Im okay

> Im sorry

> I dont

> I dont know

> All I remember is panic, fear, terror

> I just wanted a nap

> just wanted to close my eyes

> I was so tired

> I dont

> I dont know why Im down here

> I dont know how I got down here

> you– you cant even unlatch the sub inside!

> I just woke up, in front of the controls and—

> Nothing

> I

> I dont know how

> I dont know where I am

> Im scared, Simon

> Im so fucking scared

> Im sorry

> I didnt want to come down here

> and I know I promised I wouldn't

> But I swear on my old partner

> that I dont know how I got here

> I dont remember how I got here

> Simon

> Im scared

< K is breathing heavily, on the edge of a panic attack now. They felt dizzy, holding onto the edge of the termimal. Tears welled in their eyes, body trembling with the force of their heavy breathing >

Okay. Hey, it's okay. Don't panic. Just take a breath.

You know what– K, can you do something for me? Put a hand on your chest, just at the base of your neck. You want to press your thumb down into the dip at your collarbone. Try to keep your other fingers as flat as possible against your chest. Can you do that?

[he mimics the motion himself, mostly as reassurance that he's explaining it correctly.]

Do you feel your pulse there, under your thumb? Try to match your breathing to it — in for four beats, hold for four, out for five. It's not going to feel even, but the point is the counting. Focus on it. When you inhale, your pulse speeds up, and when you exhale, it slows down. Every next breath carries on some of that slowness to help your heart rate even out. That change means it's working. Your heart and lungs are working. Everything else is secondary. You're going to be okay.

[the assurances are second-nature, at this point. he takes the time to think over the situation at hand instead. that they "just woke up in front of the controls" is... worrying. it's really starting to feel like there's no such thing as coincidences in this fucking place. if they really did get pulled even further into this bullshit, he only has himself to blame.]

[not only that, there's a chance they know. about– about everything. they seemed very explicit in that they didn't mean to come down here. was that really because he'd told them not to, because he'd said it was dangerous? or was it... was it because they didn't want to save him at all, anymore?]

< K struggled to listen. They did everything as best as they could, closing their eyes as they listen to Simon. A shaking hand was pressing against their chest, just at the base of their neck. They counted as they breathed in, and counted as they breathed out. It was slow, but steadily, their breathing came back to them. They stayed like that, even as they calmed down. >

> ...

> sorry

> I

> I dont know what came over me

< their voice was softer now, calmer, yet quiet. they kept their eyes closed, even as they spoke >

> a..anyways

> Thank you for that

> People tend to leave me alone when I panic and I...

> No matter

> Just

> thank you for not leaving

> How are you?

> How are you doing?

> Are you okay?

> I

> I would try to get to you

> but I'll be honest when I say I don't know how to control this thing

> it barely reads anything around it through the blood

> I think Im stuck?

> I

> I could change it back to remote mode but I dont know how much that would help if Jackson cant hear me

> ...

> fuck

> ...

> okay

> I could probably try to move but I have no idea if I'll hit anything or not...

[technically, the answer to his question doesn't really matter. he's already made his choice: he owes them for choosing to fight for him. it's his turn to choose, his turn to save them anyway.]

K, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere. There's definitely something we can do. I'm sure of it.

Uh– shit, okay. Stay where you are for now, I don't want you to crash. What was the original plan to bring you back up? Or— your sub, sorry. Is it on a chain as well? I mean— I'd kind of hope if it was that they would've already done that, but at this point, I guess anything is possible.

Also, can you— Nothing is leaking, right? The sub I'm in has a window that needed to be covered. Anything like that you might have to do, please do it, right now. I don't think– Y-You definitely don't want to get any of this blood on you.

> I wouldn't be able to move anyways

> I'll stay here

> Umm..

> A chain? No

> The sub can be pulled back up by a magnetic field but I think the blood is so thick that Jackson can't pull me up unless I'm on the surface of the ocean...

> So unless I can find my way up, I don't think I can leave yet.

> ...

< K has a look around, eyebrows pulling together. Nothing looked like it was leaking, but considering how long this sub had in the ocean, K didnt think they would last long. They shake their head before realizing with red cheeks that Simon can't see them. >

> This sub doesnt exactly have windows.

> It was not designed for people to be in it long so they never put windows in

> so I think I'm fine until uhh

> until the sub gives out

> nothings leaking either

> ...

> Simon what exactly is in this ocean?

< K glances at their radar, frowning a bit as they see little red dots all over them. Maybe it was the walls, or maybe it was something else. They don't know and it scares them >

> why uhh

> why dont I want the blood on me?

[he lets out a heavy sigh, once they confirm nothing is leaking. relieved, until his mind stutters to a halt as they confront him on his confident claim. why— why did he say that? sure, you don't want the ship to be flooding, but just a bit is– should be—- what? he shakes his head, trying desperately to clear it of nothing at all.]

Just– I-It's not— You just don't. Okay?

[it sticks to you, refusing to be washed away, seeping through your skin until your veins carry other people's names more often than oxygen. it is unforgettable. it is everything. it is you and I and your peers and your enemies and-]

[he glances down at his bandaged hands, balling them into fists again. when he speaks, his tone still sounds strained.]

What. Um, d'you think there's– is there anything above you, or– could you actually just go straight up to the surface? Unless you drifted— I mean, this whole place is supposed to be... open. A ravine. That– That's why the chain even works— or, worked, at all.

#iron lung #rp #>K #>bonesandiron #>longtext #//yahaha #//dont worry about anything #//they're all ok

> I'll uh...

> Try to remember that

> okay... the blood is bad

> avoid at all costs

< K stares at the terminal, a little confused. they didn't know what to make of the situation at hand. They felt out of place because, yes, they were. they were in the one place they told everyone they'd never go into, get here they are. >

> Um

> I don't know

> maybe?

> I don't really know how far I went down or where in the ocean I am

> like I said

> I woke up in front of the subs console already at the bottom

> our scanner for the sub can't pick anything up

> on the sub anyways

> the one on the ship has a better view and, we'd probably be able to navigate that way

> but I can't connect to him or the ships

> so im stuck unless we can get back into contact with them

> ...

> are you able to?

> get into contact with them?

> you're still connected to the SS Luna

> right?

cont. @k-thespace-scout

...Hello? Is... anyone there?

....

Please...? Simon? Is that you?

....

Captain? Ben? Anyone? Jackson???

I'll even take Captain Isenhardt!! Please?

Anyone?

Hello...?

....

Don't leave me alone... I want to go home...

[the audio quality is rough, but that makes a certain amount of sense. what use were comms when no one was supposed to be on-board? irrationally he takes a step closer to the radio— as if there were a button he needs to press. some way to force the connection to hold.]

K? Is that you? Are you okay?

[the ensuing staticky silence does nothing to ease his nerves. it has to be them, they have to be alright. he collapses back into his chair and puts his head in his hands.]

God, K— what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that?

> Simon? Oh god Simon.

> Im– Im okay I think

> Im okay

> Im sorry

> I dont

> I dont know

> All I remember is panic, fear, terror

> I just wanted a nap

> just wanted to close my eyes

> I was so tired

> I dont

> I dont know why Im down here

> I dont know how I got down here

> you– you cant even unlatch the sub inside!

> I just woke up, in front of the controls and—

> Nothing

> I

> I dont know how

> I dont know where I am

> Im scared, Simon

> Im so fucking scared

> Im sorry

> I didnt want to come down here

> and I know I promised I wouldn't

> But I swear on my old partner

> that I dont know how I got here

> I dont remember how I got here

> Simon

> Im scared

< K is breathing heavily, on the edge of a panic attack now. They felt dizzy, holding onto the edge of the termimal. Tears welled in their eyes, body trembling with the force of their heavy breathing >

Okay. Hey, it's okay. Don't panic. Just take a breath.

You know what– K, can you do something for me? Put a hand on your chest, just at the base of your neck. You want to press your thumb down into the dip at your collarbone. Try to keep your other fingers as flat as possible against your chest. Can you do that?

[he mimics the motion himself, mostly as reassurance that he's explaining it correctly.]

Do you feel your pulse there, under your thumb? Try to match your breathing to it — in for four beats, hold for four, out for five. It's not going to feel even, but the point is the counting. Focus on it. When you inhale, your pulse speeds up, and when you exhale, it slows down. Every next breath carries on some of that slowness to help your heart rate even out. That change means it's working. Your heart and lungs are working. Everything else is secondary. You're going to be okay.

[the assurances are second-nature, at this point. he takes the time to think over the situation at hand instead. that they "just woke up in front of the controls" is... worrying. it's really starting to feel like there's no such thing as coincidences in this fucking place. if they really did get pulled even further into this bullshit, he only has himself to blame.]

[not only that, there's a chance they know. about– about everything. they seemed very explicit in that they didn't mean to come down here. was that really because he'd told them not to, because he'd said it was dangerous? or was it... was it because they didn't want to save him at all, anymore?]

< K struggled to listen. They did everything as best as they could, closing their eyes as they listen to Simon. A shaking hand was pressing against their chest, just at the base of their neck. They counted as they breathed in, and counted as they breathed out. It was slow, but steadily, their breathing came back to them. They stayed like that, even as they calmed down. >

> ...

> sorry

> I

> I dont know what came over me

< their voice was softer now, calmer, yet quiet. they kept their eyes closed, even as they spoke >

> a..anyways

> Thank you for that

> People tend to leave me alone when I panic and I...

> No matter

> Just

> thank you for not leaving

> How are you?

> How are you doing?

> Are you okay?

> I

> I would try to get to you

> but I'll be honest when I say I don't know how to control this thing

> it barely reads anything around it through the blood

> I think Im stuck?

> I

> I could change it back to remote mode but I dont know how much that would help if Jackson cant hear me

> ...

> fuck

> ...

> okay

> I could probably try to move but I have no idea if I'll hit anything or not...

[technically, the answer to his question doesn't really matter. he's already made his choice: he owes them for choosing to fight for him. it's his turn to choose, his turn to save them anyway.]

K, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere. There's definitely something we can do. I'm sure of it.

Uh– shit, okay. Stay where you are for now, I don't want you to crash. What was the original plan to bring you back up? Or— your sub, sorry. Is it on a chain as well? I mean— I'd kind of hope if it was that they would've already done that, but at this point, I guess anything is possible.

Also, can you— Nothing is leaking, right? The sub I'm in has a window that needed to be covered. Anything like that you might have to do, please do it, right now. I don't think– Y-You definitely don't want to get any of this blood on you.

#iron lung #rp #>K #>bonesandiron #//Its fineee #//K wont bring it up because they dont know about it!!#//But Simon doesnt know about it so thats okay

> I wouldn't be able to move anyways

> I'll stay here

> Umm..

> A chain? No

> The sub can be pulled back up by a magnetic field but I think the blood is so thick that Jackson can't pull me up unless I'm on the surface of the ocean...

> So unless I can find my way up, I don't think I can leave yet.

> ...

< K has a look around, eyebrows pulling together. Nothing looked like it was leaking, but considering how long this sub had in the ocean, K didnt think they would last long. They shake their head before realizing with red cheeks that Simon can't see them. >

> This sub doesnt exactly have windows.

> It was not designed for people to be in it long so they never put windows in

> so I think I'm fine until uhh

> until the sub gives out

> nothings leaking either

> ...

> Simon what exactly is in this ocean?

< K glances at their radar, frowning a bit as they see little red dots all over them. Maybe it was the walls, or maybe it was something else. They don't know and it scares them >

> why uhh

> why dont I want the blood on me?

cont. @k-thespace-scout

...Hello? Is... anyone there?

....

Please...? Simon? Is that you?

....

Captain? Ben? Anyone? Jackson???

I'll even take Captain Isenhardt!! Please?

Anyone?

Hello...?

....

Don't leave me alone... I want to go home...

[the audio quality is rough, but that makes a certain amount of sense. what use were comms when no one was supposed to be on-board? irrationally he takes a step closer to the radio— as if there were a button he needs to press. some way to force the connection to hold.]

K? Is that you? Are you okay?

[the ensuing staticky silence does nothing to ease his nerves. it has to be them, they have to be alright. he collapses back into his chair and puts his head in his hands.]

God, K— what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that?

> Simon? Oh god Simon.

> Im– Im okay I think

> Im okay

> Im sorry

> I dont

> I dont know

> All I remember is panic, fear, terror

> I just wanted a nap

> just wanted to close my eyes

> I was so tired

> I dont

> I dont know why Im down here

> I dont know how I got down here

> you– you cant even unlatch the sub inside!

> I just woke up, in front of the controls and—

> Nothing

> I

> I dont know how

> I dont know where I am

> Im scared, Simon

> Im so fucking scared

> Im sorry

> I didnt want to come down here

> and I know I promised I wouldn't

> But I swear on my old partner

> that I dont know how I got here

> I dont remember how I got here

> Simon

> Im scared

< K is breathing heavily, on the edge of a panic attack now. They felt dizzy, holding onto the edge of the termimal. Tears welled in their eyes, body trembling with the force of their heavy breathing >

Okay. Hey, it's okay. Don't panic. Just take a breath.

You know what– K, can you do something for me? Put a hand on your chest, just at the base of your neck. You want to press your thumb down into the dip at your collarbone. Try to keep your other fingers as flat as possible against your chest. Can you do that?

[he mimics the motion himself, mostly as reassurance that he's explaining it correctly.]

Do you feel your pulse there, under your thumb? Try to match your breathing to it — in for four beats, hold for four, out for five. It's not going to feel even, but the point is the counting. Focus on it. When you inhale, your pulse speeds up, and when you exhale, it slows down. Every next breath carries on some of that slowness to help your heart rate even out. That change means it's working. Your heart and lungs are working. Everything else is secondary. You're going to be okay.

[the assurances are second-nature, at this point. he takes the time to think over the situation at hand instead. that they "just woke up in front of the controls" is... worrying. it's really starting to feel like there's no such thing as coincidences in this fucking place. if they really did get pulled even further into this bullshit, he only has himself to blame.]

[not only that, there's a chance they know. about– about everything. they seemed very explicit in that they didn't mean to come down here. was that really because he'd told them not to, because he'd said it was dangerous? or was it... was it because they didn't want to save him at all, anymore?]

#>k #iron lung #rp #>longtext #>bonesandiron #//They're fine #//mostly lol #//Edit: WDYM I DIDNT QUEUE THIS????#//FUDGENUTS

< K struggled to listen. They did everything as best as they could, closing their eyes as they listen to Simon. A shaking hand was pressing against their chest, just at the base of their neck. They counted as they breathed in, and counted as they breathed out. It was slow, but steadily, their breathing came back to them. They stayed like that, even as they calmed down. >

> ...

> sorry

> I

> I dont know what came over me

< their voice was softer now, calmer, yet quiet. they kept their eyes closed, even as they spoke >

> a..anyways

> Thank you for that

> People tend to leave me alone when I panic and I...

> No matter

> Just

> thank you for not leaving

> How are you?

> How are you doing?

> Are you okay?

> I

> I would try to get to you

> but I'll be honest when I say I don't know how to control this thing

> it barely reads anything around it through the blood

> I think Im stuck?

> I

> I could change it back to remote mode but I dont know how much that would help if Jackson cant hear me

> ...

> fuck

> ...

> okay

> I could probably try to move but I have no idea if I'll hit anything or not...

cont. @k-thespace-scout

...Hello? Is... anyone there?

....

Please...? Simon? Is that you?

....

Captain? Ben? Anyone? Jackson???

I'll even take Captain Isenhardt!! Please?

Anyone?

Hello...?

....

Don't leave me alone... I want to go home...

[the audio quality is rough, but that makes a certain amount of sense. what use were comms when no one was supposed to be on-board? irrationally he takes a step closer to the radio— as if there were a button he needs to press. some way to force the connection to hold.]

K? Is that you? Are you okay?

[the ensuing staticky silence does nothing to ease his nerves. it has to be them, they have to be alright. he collapses back into his chair and puts his head in his hands.]

God, K— what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that?

#You have to believe me #>K #simon iron lung #rp #>bonesandiron #//It wants to help #//Also back to our regular program hah

> Simon? Oh god Simon.

> Im– Im okay I think

> Im okay

> Im sorry

> I dont

> I dont know

> All I remember is panic, fear, terror

> I just wanted a nap

> just wanted to close my eyes

> I was so tired

> I dont

> I dont know why Im down here

> I dont know how I got down here

> you– you cant even unlatch the sub inside!

> I just woke up, in front of the controls and—

> Nothing

> I

> I dont know how

> I dont know where I am

> Im scared, Simon

> Im so fucking scared

> Im sorry

> I didnt want to come down here

> and I know I promised I wouldn't

> But I swear on my old partner

> that I dont know how I got here

> I dont remember how I got here

> Simon

> Im scared

< K is breathing heavily, on the edge of a panic attack now. They felt dizzy, holding onto the edge of the termimal. Tears welled in their eyes, body trembling with the force of their heavy breathing >

((ooc: before we get too far into the weeds do we wanna put together a map just for logistical purposes

@k-thespace-scout @voice-of-the-consolidation

((guess what guys I didn't include the image 😭

//YEAH PROBABLY LMAOOO I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE ANYONE IS.

Im not sure where Ava would have dropped but I think K would be just before the cave. Maybe around X: 375 Y: 520

probably.

somewhere around there anyways. Not that K knows that LMAO

//ava hasn't dropped yet; she's currently in the towship moving along the indicated trajectory

//that first little jog is where she started towards the ss luna, before pivoting and heading for simon's coordinates

//i've gotta write at least one more interstitial before my girl gets dunked >:)

((she seems to be ending up perfectly in-between the two of us which is interesting)

#>ooc #iron lung #simon iron lung #ava iron lung #//they're a soup baby

//I adore that both points of where K is says that they are In The Soup.

Also yes, very interesting that she'll end up between the two of us, but makes more sense since she know wheres shes going but K does not.

((ooc: before we get too far into the weeds do we wanna put together a map just for logistical purposes

@k-thespace-scout @voice-of-the-consolidation

((guess what guys I didn't include the image 😭

#iron lung #>k #simon iron lung #ava iron lung #>ooc #//Map time

//YEAH PROBABLY LMAOOO I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE ANYONE IS.

Im not sure where Ava would have dropped but I think K would be just before the cave. Maybe around X: 375 Y: 520

probably.

somewhere around there anyways. Not that K knows that LMAO

cont. @bones-and-iron and/or @voice-of-the-consolidation

K was so fucked. Absolutely fucked.

Ben was going to be furious with them, having gone into the ocean when he had specifically told them they weren't allowed to.

Captain Isenhardt IS furious because she was trying to stop them from going in and K went in anyways and gods they were going to be arrested or taken into custody because of their stupidity.

They had no food, no water. Why would the sub need it if no one was going to be inside. They also had limited oxygen!! Which is a surprise considering the sub doesn't usually have people on it!!

So, yeah, K was absolutely fucked, if they even survive this whole thing. They had no clue where they were even dropped and they barely remembered the coordinates Simon had given them. If they even knew how to get to said coordinates anyways.

Okay, they thought, Okay. No panicking because if you panic you lose time and if you lose time you wont be able to get back up and save Simon at the same time...

K hesitates for a moment at that thought. Could they even save Simon? They don't even remember how they unlatched the sub from The Crow in the first place, let alone how to control the sub manually. This whole rescue mission was doomed from the start, and K was no longer in control of it all. They had to try and contact someone, whether that be Simon, their Captain, or even Captain Isenhardt.

They fumble with the terminal for a moment before realizing that the terminal wasn't even connected to anything. Not The Crow, not the SS Luna, or even The Core. It was disconnected because why would you need it connected to anything when the remote sub never had people on it. And so, they stood in front of the broken terminal, contemplating on what they should do now when the terminal crackled to life. They're quick to turn to stare at it, startled, as the red light of the terminal blinked at them. K waits, wondering if there was anyone on the other side.

A minute passes, then two, then five. It was silent as if it's waiting for K to say something first.

K stares down at the terminal, its red light blinking mockingly at them, "...Hello?" They call out evenutally, hoping, praying, that someone was on the other side, "Is... anyone there?"

Yet they didn't hear a word.

"Please...? Simon? Is that you?...."

Not a word.

"Captain? Ben? Anyone? Jackson???"

Only the sounds of their breathing could be heard.

"I'll even take Captain Isenhardt!! Please?"

And...? Was that... Static?

"Anyone?"

That was definitely static.

"Hello...?"

Where was it coming from?

"Don't leave me alone..."

Why was it so loud?

"I want to go home..."

You're not allowed

#someone please say something #anyone?#...hello?#>k #iron lung #simon iron lung #ava iron lung #>bonesandiron #>voiceoftheconsolidation #>longtext #rp #//I tagged both since all three of us are now in the danger soup #//either one of you can answer or both!!#//I'm not picky #//Oh baby its soup time!

cont.

Fuck

Okay

Well

We'll get to that eventually...

Anyways

Jackson, are you able to get the sub up?

> Unfortunately, no

> the sub's too deep under the ocean and the magnetic field for the sub can't pull it up without it being on the surface

> we can't control the sub either since its in manual mode

> and the terminal is not connected, so I can't even ask Scout to switch

Its not?

Not even The Crow?

> No

> it's not for personal use, only remotely, so we never needed to connect the terminal into anything since it was always in remote mode

> from what I can tell, Scout changed it to manual mode when they dropped into the ocean

> they'd need to change it back to remote mode for me to even have a chance in bringing them back up

> but I don't think they know how to do that

> how they unlatched the sub without any help is a mystery to me

fuck

so we can't even get into contact with them?

right.

do you think you could try to connect to the sub?

> probably?

> but it'll take a better part of the hour

shit.

okay

try your best to get into contact with Scout and the Sub

let me finish up here and I will be on the way

> ...

> okay Captain

> I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee anything will come out of it

that's all I ask for.

...

wait

is Simon still connected to the call?

> Uhhhh

> I think so?

Simon, if you can hear this

Scout has dropped into the ocean

They have limited time in that sub

IF you can get into contact with said sub

and force Scout back to the surface

I'll try and see about...

that criminal record of yours

and yes

I do know about it

Scout, on the other hand, has no idea

I won't tell them

but one wrong move out of you...

> Captain

Sorry.

Right

Simon, try to get into contact with Scout.

Jackson, I will talk to you soon

Captain, out

> ...Bye Captain

> ...

> Oh, this is a fucking disaster

#>Ben #>Jackson #>k #iron lung #rp #simon iron lung #>longtext #>bonesandiron #//I didn't tag Simon only because TECHNICALLY not apart of the conversation with Ava and Ben #//however #//he was connected to the call still when Ava connected herself #//oak it's up to you if you want to answer or not #//I am not picky!

K jerks, eyes snapping open as everything around them rattles in anger. Their hands fling out to grab a hold of the console in front of them, steading themselves in bewilderment. What just happened? One minute they were taking a nap and the next– wait, console?

They look down, seeing their hands gripping the subs console tightly. They blink slowly, looking at all the blinking lights that shined brightly in the otherwise dark room.

"...huh?" They mutter, a confuse look crossing their face as they slowly let go of the console. K backs up, bumping into the chair behind them. They blink rapidly, rubbing their eyes to make sure they werent seeing things before turning on their heel.

No. It was definitely still the sub, they were still inside, so what just happened? Why were they at the console now? Weren't they just napping near the door?

They walk into the middle of sub, spinning around in a circle, trying to see if anything was out of place. Nothing was, so what woke them up? Something had to have woken them up...

They stood in the middle for awhile, mind running in circles when-

(–"45 minutes to try... whatever Scout wants to do"–)

(–'that be fine with"–)

(–"unacceptable. We're taking th"–)

(–panic, terror, fear–)

(–"no no no can't let them take it"–)

(–"have to... have to go down. now now now"–)

K holds onto their head, groaning in pain as the static rose to a volume that hurt. It subsided after a moment, forcing them to blink rapidly as memories from before came flooding back. They stood in the middle of the sub, dumbfounded at their own stupidity.

"Why the fuck did I do that?" They scolded themselves, looking around the sub once more as it groans and shifts in the dead of the blood ocean, "Now what the fuck do I do?"

For they have stranded themselves in the middle of a blood ocean, with no food or water, limited oxygen and 45 minutes to either get out, or find Simon. They were completely fucked.

#>k #iron lung #rp #>longtext #//and thats that!#//it happened.#//also they're so confused on why they went down #//those sirens man :)#//they love to fuck you up

@k-thespace-scout (cont.)

It's good to meet you, Captain Isenhardt.

I apologize for how my Scout's been treating you

They are...

not in their right mind right now

please forgive them

and I would love to pull Scout out

AT-5 is banned for everyone aboard The Core

and every other moon with a blood ocean is banned as well

however Scout is as stubborn as a mule

So, as I said, as much as I would LOVE to pull Scout out from AT-5's space, they won't leave until they decide to

with or without my permission

which sounds bad, I know

> you're just as stubborn Captain.

Shut up, Jackson.

Which is why I have been trying to get into contact with you

for my sanity, and everyone elses, I'm asking for 45 minutes

Give us 45 minutes to try... whatever Scout wants to do

which I have no idea what that is anymore!

Then we will get out if your way and you can continue to do...

whatever you're doing in that hell of an ocean

would that be fine with you?

we won't get in your way

and if you need something from down there

my team and I will try our best to get it for you

[...............................]

[a whisper]

[...]

Unacceptable. We're taking the ship.

[click]

[your sensors indicate the towship's approach]

#>k #iron lung #rp #>longtext #>voiceoftheconsolidation #ava iron lung #//And the plot thickens!!#//I promise everything is okay #//mostly #//and please forgive Ben #//hes a little stressed at the moment #//his baby sibling has gone missing!!

....

Hah

Fair enough

Jackson, would you call Scout back into the room?

I'm calling you two back

> ....

> uhhhh

Jackson? What seems to be the problem?

...

Where is Scout.

> ...

> The remote sub is missing

...

What.

> I went to check on them.

> They arent on the SS Luna nor are they on The Crow.

> Nor is the remote sub.

...

I–

That sub doesn't have a large oxygen tank–

Where did Faith go?!

> Captain

> I think they went down

> The Crow is indicating that the sub is underneath us

Wha...

How?!

I–

Fuck.

Captain Isenhardt, I apologize for the inconvenience and for Faith's inability to listen to orders.

If you need to take the SS Luna into custody until we can figure out how and where Scout went, please do so.

However The Crow is in charge of controlling the sub

Jackson would need the ship to locate and seize said sub

So I would appreciate if you would leave The Crow for the time being

again, I apologize for the inconvenience

I truly do not know what is Faith's problem as they usually are more level headed than this

Please

let me deal with this

whatever is going on with Faith is my problem and my problem alone

Ill even meet you face to face if I have to

I don't want any problems with you nor the C.O.I

Unknown craft, this is Consolidation towship Cogito. Identify yourself and state your affiliation immediately.

Well now we know who he was talking to.

@voice-of-the-consolidation

> what? > ... > Uhm > how did you...? > you know what > weirder things have happened > what's another call?

< K glances at the terminal, its blinking red light glaring back. Their call with Simon was still connected, so how was it that this towship was able to connect? >

> this is the SS Luna > You're speaking to Ship Scout K > My affiliation is with The Core > can I > uh > ask why you're calling??

"The Core"?

[shuffling and muttering of multiple people]

If this is some Eden-- no. Nevermind.

This moon is territory of the Consolidation. You are trespassing. I advise you to clear the area.

> Eden?

> no im not-

> we're not part of Eden, if thats what you're asking.

> we're... something different

> mostly just trying to get by

> drifting...

< They sounded a little strained as they look over their shoulder to see Jackson standing there. They shrug a little before turning back to the terminal >

> ...trespassing-?

> oh.

> you're C.O.I...

> ...

> I can't leave.

> Im sorry.

> I—

< their hands tremble at the thought of leaving now. when they were so close. just even trying to leave makes them want to vomit – and the echos of static is making it worse. their hand grips the table while the other presses against their ear in an attempt to block out the static.

It doesnt work >

< Jackson looks on in concern, stepping forwards to take over but K stops him. A frown has taken over his features, but he doesnt try again >

> sorry.

> I promised him Id try...

> I can.. uhm..

> patch you to my captain if you really need to speak with someone?

> about this?

> I–Im a little busy

> or– or you can talk with Jackson!

> hes basically second in command

> whoever!

> just

> I cant leave him

> not now

> ...please

[for a long moment there is silence. then, with steadily increasing intensity,]

I'd only be interested in speaking to someone who will remove your ship from this space. If you refuse to comply, we will be forced to take you and your ship into custody. If that happens, I can't guarantee you'll get your ship back in one piece. Those are your options. Pick one.

[a long, slow sigh. the barest softening?]

What has he told you?

< K glances back at Jackson, tilting their head slightly. He shakes his head, mouthing 'call the captain' and K just sighs before turning back to the terminal >

> I dont even know how I got here

> but

> I would rather you not take my ship into custody

> I'll call my Captain

> just...

> give me a moment

> ...

> a lot

> he told me a lot

> enough that I have no other choice but to get him out

> look I–

> I'm not trying to override your authority or what not

> I just cant, with good consious, leave him down there

> i cant

> i wont

> its–

> ...

> sorry...

> I wont leave

[ CONNECTING TO MOTHERSHIP ]

[ PLEASE STANDBY ]

> why is it always so fucking loud?

> fuck

[ CALL CONNECTED ]

[ CODE 7590 ]

Scout?

Look I can't really talk right now?

im trying to contact someone

and they're just not fucking answering me

so is it urgant?

> uhm

> a little

> the Consolidation is calling

> or uh

> rather called me

> they want to talk to you

> ...

who

what

wait

C.O.I?

come on, ive been trying to contact them for hours and you're telling me they contact Faith before me?????

Right

This is Captain Ben Newthorne of Mothership, The Core

Can I ask who I am speaking with?

and what I can do for you?

< K melts into the background as Ben takes over. They glance over at Jackson before pulling away from the terminal to let Jackson listen in. They wander further away from the terminal, closer to Jackson's ship and the remote sub. The echo of static in their ear seemed... louder the closer they got to the sub, as if beckoning them inside >

Do you know wha--

[ CONNECTING TO MOTHERSHIP ] [ PLEASE STANDBY ]

[huff]

Do you know what he's d--

[ CALL CONNECTED ] [ CODE 7590 ]

[silence, awaiting the opportunity to speak]

[a hiss through teeth, a strained smile hung over words]

This is Captain Ava Isenhardt of the Cogito. Your scout ship is trespassing over Consolidation territory moon AT-5 and has refused to leave the area. Get it out of here or we will capture it.

#>k #ava iron lung #iron lung #rp #//giggling #//ava getting cut off is funny to me #//then again the terminal cuts off everyone #//also we LOVE insubordination!!

It's good to meet you, Captain Isenhardt.

I apologize for how my Scout's been treating you

They are...

not in their right mind right now

please forgive them

and I would love to pull Scout out

AT-5 is banned for everyone aboard The Core

and every other moon with a blood ocean is banned as well

however Scout is as stubborn as a mule

So, as I said, as much as I would LOVE to pull Scout out from AT-5's space, they won't leave until they decide to

with or without my permission

which sounds bad, I know

> you're just as stubborn Captain.

Shut up, Jackson.

Which is why I have been trying to get into contact with you

for my sanity, and everyone elses, I'm asking for 45 minutes

Give us 45 minutes to try... whatever Scout wants to do

which I have no idea what that is anymore!

Then we will get out if your way and you can continue to do...

whatever you're doing in that hell of an ocean

would that be fine with you?

we won't get in your way

and if you need something from down there

my team and I will try our best to get it for you

K stood in front of the sub, staring up at it in slight awe. It wasn't big, smaller than what they're used to, but The Core's remote sub wasn't used to have people inside of it.

They lingered outside before stepping towards it and inside the sub.

The static that loitered in their mind quieted down when they stepped inside, as if agreeing that it was the right choice to be inside. They sat down in front of the doorway once the door closed shut behind them, staring out into the tiny room.

What were they doing inside of here? Everything was already set for the sub to go down, they didnt need to be inside. No need to man it from the inside nor did they need to do anything inside the sub either, everything they needed was on the outside.

So why did they go inside?

In the beginning, they felt a pull, a sensation telling them to go inside, yet the moment they got inside, that sensation was gone. As if it was a pointless quest point. It was spotless, not a spec out of place. The only thing out of place was them.

Their legs curl up against their chest, cheek resting on a knee. They were so tired. It felt like they havent slept in hours since they've met Simon. Has it been hours? It couldn't have been, only a couple, right?...days maybe?... K's lost track of time, so much time. They felt so out of place, so...

K winces as the ringing in their ears rose for a moment, making them rub their ear against their leg.

"What the fuck..." They whisper into the open air before turning to bury their head into their legs.

They were so fucking tired.

A small nap wouldnt hurt, right?

#>k #rp #iron lung #>longtext #//Different text format #//but I needed this out there lmao #//I may edit it again at some point but #//thats it for now

Unknown craft, this is Consolidation towship Cogito. Identify yourself and state your affiliation immediately.

Well now we know who he was talking to.

@voice-of-the-consolidation

> what? > ... > Uhm > how did you...? > you know what > weirder things have happened > what's another call?

< K glances at the terminal, its blinking red light glaring back. Their call with Simon was still connected, so how was it that this towship was able to connect? >

> this is the SS Luna > You're speaking to Ship Scout K > My affiliation is with The Core > can I > uh > ask why you're calling??

"The Core"?

[shuffling and muttering of multiple people]

If this is some Eden-- no. Nevermind.

This moon is territory of the Consolidation. You are trespassing. I advise you to clear the area.

> Eden?

> no im not-

> we're not part of Eden, if thats what you're asking.

> we're... something different

> mostly just trying to get by

> drifting...

< They sounded a little strained as they look over their shoulder to see Jackson standing there. They shrug a little before turning back to the terminal >

> ...trespassing-?

> oh.

> you're C.O.I...

> ...

> I can't leave.

> Im sorry.

> I—

< their hands tremble at the thought of leaving now. when they were so close. just even trying to leave makes them want to vomit – and the echos of static is making it worse. their hand grips the table while the other presses against their ear in an attempt to block out the static.

It doesnt work >

< Jackson looks on in concern, stepping forwards to take over but K stops him. A frown has taken over his features, but he doesnt try again >

> sorry.

> I promised him Id try...

> I can.. uhm..

> patch you to my captain if you really need to speak with someone?

> about this?

> I–Im a little busy

> or– or you can talk with Jackson!

> hes basically second in command

> whoever!

> just

> I cant leave him

> not now

> ...please

[for a long moment there is silence. then, with steadily increasing intensity,]

I'd only be interested in speaking to someone who will remove your ship from this space. If you refuse to comply, we will be forced to take you and your ship into custody. If that happens, I can't guarantee you'll get your ship back in one piece. Those are your options. Pick one.

[a long, slow sigh. the barest softening?]

What has he told you?

#>k #iron lung #rp #>longtext #>voiceoftheconsolidation #ava iron lung #//Meet Captain Newthrone!! I mean we met him but as Ben #//Not as the captain eheh #//also will K get in the remote sub!#//MAYBE!!

< K glances back at Jackson, tilting their head slightly. He shakes his head, mouthing 'call the captain' and K just sighs before turning back to the terminal >

> I dont even know how I got here

> but

> I would rather you not take my ship into custody

> I'll call my Captain

> just...

> give me a moment

> ...

> a lot

> he told me a lot

> enough that I have no other choice but to get him out

> look I–

> I'm not trying to override your authority or what not

> I just cant, with good consious, leave him down there

> i cant

> i wont

> its–

> ...

> sorry...

> I wont leave

[ CONNECTING TO MOTHERSHIP ]

[ PLEASE STANDBY ]

> why is it always so fucking loud?

> fuck

[ CALL CONNECTED ]

[ CODE 7590 ]

Scout?

Look I can't really talk right now?

im trying to contact someone

and they're just not fucking answering me

so is it urgant?

> uhm

> a little

> the Consolidation is calling

> or uh

> rather called me

> they want to talk to you

> ...

who

what

wait

C.O.I?

come on, ive been trying to contact them for hours and you're telling me they contact Faith before me?????

Right

This is Captain Ben Newthorne of Mothership, The Core

Can I ask who I am speaking with?

and what I can do for you?

< K melts into the background as Ben takes over. They glance over at Jackson before pulling away from the terminal to let Jackson listen in. They wander further away from the terminal, closer to Jackson's ship and the remote sub. The echo of static in their ear seemed... louder the closer they got to the sub, as if beckoning them inside >

Unknown craft, this is Consolidation towship Cogito. Identify yourself and state your affiliation immediately.

Well now we know who he was talking to.

@voice-of-the-consolidation

> what? > ... > Uhm > how did you...? > you know what > weirder things have happened > what's another call?

< K glances at the terminal, its blinking red light glaring back. Their call with Simon was still connected, so how was it that this towship was able to connect? >

> this is the SS Luna > You're speaking to Ship Scout K > My affiliation is with The Core > can I > uh > ask why you're calling??

"The Core"?

[shuffling and muttering of multiple people]

If this is some Eden-- no. Nevermind.

This moon is territory of the Consolidation. You are trespassing. I advise you to clear the area.