( NPC LOG ) WORLD JUMP # 4: THE HOROLOGIUM.

[anessa]

V I O L E T

within a few days, every circle member will find that the small square panels hovering over their cots have been activated. they flicker green for a moment, and an interface gradually manifests before you. it looks a little like a computer terminal at first...

before the words slowly begin to form.

during your time on the horologium, this screen will change accordingly. your repairs and modifications to the ship will be logged for all to see. and by who, exactly?

well....

🠖 NETWORK

[ all of your watches come to a static halt. there's a crackle before a message begins to appear on the screen. ]

did it
work
u guys see this?
kk
i was the one who turned on your screens
should probs introduce myself
call me violet
bottom line is
i got no idea who the hell any of you are
but THAT'S working again
and this ship is hanging by a thread
damn it i shouldnt have sent all of you this at the same time
my watch is totes gonna blow up in 1..2...3

🠖 MESS HALL

[ violet is seated at a table — her hands are folded but her eyes are flitting from side to side as though she's taking in her surroundings. there's a notable scar that slashes across her face, and she's fitted in a jumpsuit much like your own. ]

Oh, hey. It's your favorite stranger: Violet.

[ there's a silence. ]

...I'm guessing you guys have got questions.

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[anessa]

[ right he is. she can appreciate that, and in turn cants her head the slightest bit. ]

I used to wish it was. [ it's said with something of a grimace. ] But y'could say things have changed.

[ violet blows a strand of hair out of her face. ]

The captain's gone.

...From what I can tell, most everyone is. But it wasn't like her to abandon her own ship. She would have come back for it at some point or another. Had too much pride not to.

[decisions]

I certainly would, this ship is incredible.

[ sort of. percy knows nothing about space-faring vessels, but he has an appreciation for something so sprawling and complex. even if it drives him mad trying to explore it. violet seems to have some appreciation for it judging by the earlier remark. ]

How long have you been stranded out here...? Do you happen to know?

[anessa]

Sure is. Looked even better before the reckoning. I'm a little sad you guys couldn't see it in all of its glory.

[ you know...the Reckoning. wearily, she leans back into her seat, shoulders slumped. ]

The distress call went off but this ship hasn't been functioning for...who knows how long. I want to say a 3 months at least, and 2 years at most. I have a talent for guesstimating.

[ and then there's a wry laugh. ]

Didn't do me much good when it counted, though. [ pathetically does she grimace. ]

What's your name, if you don't mind my asking?

[decisions]

Percival de Rolo III. [ there's a time and a place for all 20 million of his names. just not now. ] But just Percy will suffice.

We've found a closet full of supplies that could be of use to aid in repair. Adhesives, fillers, materials that look as though they belong to the ship itself.

[anessa]

Wow. Fancy. Don't tell me I'm being interrogated by royalty now?

[ she says that with the slightest of smirks. ]

That sounds like one of our stores. You guys try to tinker with the ship at all? I could lend a hand. I know the ins and outs of this girl — it helps that this was one of my many fields of expertise, too.

[decisions]

Interrogation! Hardly, [ he chuckles. ] And some of the Circle have been doing their best to get the ship up and running again, yes. I've yet to get my hands on her if only because this technology is rather new to me. We could certainly use the help of someone who's better acquainted with her inner workings.

Are you an engineer, then?